(HxH) And They Were Roommates

11: The Cars.

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"What the fuck." Shalnark couldn't help but stare in shock at the scene before him. Phinks, the idiot he was, was on the table. Trying to avoid the—what seemed like hundreds—of cats let loose in the apartment.

Seeing Y/n and Feitan, looking smug in the corner, he, being the smart person he was, decided to turn and leave. Before he got pulled into the schemes too.

He only got a few steps down the hallway, before hearing a small thud, followed by loud meows. Assuming Phinks had become overtaken by cats, he glanced back to see if it was worth it to save him.

Instead, he saw Y/n on the floor, and cats running around like crazy.

And that was the start of Y/n's sickness. And more importantly, the hell Phinks and Shalnark went through to get rid of those cats.

—

Shalnark was in the process of explaining how unethical pet dolphins were to Phinks, when Y/n rushed in. Barely acknowledging his "good morning"

It's like he's not even appreciated in this house.

To nobody's—except for maybe Y/n themselves—surprise, Y/n passed out within a minute.

And to at least not Shal's surprise, Phinks was the one to immediately care for them.

Shalnark couldn't help but point out, "Well I see someone's getting attached."

"Could become issue.. in future." Feitan nodded in agreement.

Shalnark just shrugged it off. He had more important things to do. Such as getting all these cats out. The apartment only allows for one pet, after all.

And, somewhat more importantly, keeping Y/n alive. Because Phinks sure as hell doesn't know how to care for someone.

But, to start, he'll deal with the cats.

—

"What. The. Fuck." Phinks and Shalnark said at the same time. Staring in awe at their living room.

Almost a full twenty-four hours later of removing cats 1 by 1, somehow they were all back. Possibly with even more cats than before.

They even had built a slide out of baking sheets and tinfoil out the back window, into the weed-ridden back yard below. Shalnark sending cats down, and Phinks desperately trying to keep the slide together.

Feitan, of course, was only watching from his seat. Hiding at least two cats under his coat.

"How the-"

"What the-"

"It's not-"

"Am I-"

They couldn't even finish their sentences. Cats were clawing the furniture, climbing on walls, lamps, and anything they could get their claws on.

After a long moment, of what would've been silence if cats weren't screaming and hissing at each other, from all corners of the house, Shalnark finally turned toward his coworker "I'll go check on Y/n.. you deal with this."